CHAPTER 1058: CHAPTER 1060: CAMILLA THE ABOMINATION

Baidiya City, known as the City of Miracles, the City of Wealth.

In just a few decades, it transformed from a small coastal fishing village into one of the Federation’s most famous cities.

The only other city with such rapid development within the Capital District is another that rose from a fishing village.

This is the economic and trade center of the entire Dongyou Region, and people think of it as a place with luxury stores, gold, luxury cars, stunningly luxurious buildings, and affluent people who love to spend lavishly.

Yet even in such a city, there is a significant scale of slums.

The lives of the local Baidiya residents are not as luxurious as rumored, but they do enjoy high welfare and benefits.

However, ninety percent of the city’s population is outsiders, with people of different skin colors from all over the Federation gathering here.

Many people have a monthly salary of only between three thousand to four thousand yuan.

The so-called beggars earning hundreds of thousands a month is just a rumor fabricated by some who excel in fact-manipulation and brainwashing marketing accounts or ’public intellectuals’.

When facing Baidiya’s residents, those public intellectuals target the slums, making the residents of Baidiya feel ashamed of themselves.

When facing the internet from other places, they brag about Baidiya’s luxury, causing dissatisfaction among people with their own living places.

They are like flies in a dung pit, specializing in provoking discord between the Federal Government and the people.

If local officials are diligent in developing the economy, they will shout: "Ah, but wait for your people."

If local officials focus on improving people’s livelihoods, causing economic development to slow, they will call: "Ah, what an incompetent official!"

In short, good things are not seen in their words...

Oh, no, they will praise the unreachable places as if they are heavenly.

As for the place where the local residents live, it’s of course a den of filth and disgrace, and even if there’s no evidence, a phrase like ’those in the know, just know’ can pass as truth.

For example, engineers from the Golden Eagle District work very carefully and would bury an oil paper package next to the sewers, containing all the parts needed for maintenance.

And people from the US-Canada District value freedom and democracy; here, even with a rampant virus, there’s no need to wear masks.

Returning to Baidiya’s slums, a simple bed in the bustling area costs at least two thousand yuan a month, a burden many cannot bear, so they have to choose to live in the slums on the city outskirts.

The alleys in the slums are narrow, housing is cramped, infrastructures are poor, and sometimes even street lights are non-existent at night, and water and electricity usage are problematic in some areas.

The one advantage is that it is cheap.

In the southeast corner of the slum, there is an old, weathered building... actually just a ramshackle old building.

On the third floor, in the fourth room, lives a woman with wheat-colored skin.

She sits on the bed, hugging her knees, her eyes flashing with a venomous look.

This woman is not tall, but her features are quite exquisite, appearing to be in her twenties.

She gave up her studies, wanting to rely on ’Baipiao’ to escape a future of poverty, and thus became a small-time actress here.

Yet, the life of an actress was not as glamorous as she had imagined.

Mostly, she played dead bodies or background extras.

Meanwhile, a young girl who came with her has latched onto a wealthy Baidiya local.

Now she lives in a high-end downtown apartment, and with some resource operations, she has gained small fame and seems on the verge of stardom.

And she, more beautiful, with a better figure and superior acting skills, can only live in this slum.

This imbalance almost crushed the woman’s mind.

Initially, she was filled with hope for this city, but now... it’s full of resentment.

On the path of an actress, all the ways she could find to rise required some sacrifices, but she wasn’t willing to make these sacrifices, to sell her dignity.

Besides the setbacks at work, there were other things bothering her recently.

Next door, a fifty-something ugly woman suddenly emitted ultrasound waves last night powerful enough to shatter thick glass!

This morning she was taken away by some mysterious people, and when she returned at noon, she cheerfully started moving out and even hypocritically gave her some old appliances.

Who cares about those things!

Why could that woman possess power beyond common sense while she, more excellent, had nothing?

She looked down, complaining, wishing she could drag over that ugly woman’s powers and implant them in herself.

Zzz, zzz...

The sound of electricity crackled, and even sparks flew off the light bulb.

"This damn house charges me so much yet bullies me, damn landlord should die!"

The woman immediately started cursing softly. The place she lived in was only the size of a bedroom, yet it cost five hundred yuan in monthly rent!

Leaky water was bad enough, and now there was an electric leak.

But this time, she was cursing the wrong person; the sound of electricity wasn’t due to a leak, but because something was appearing in the room.

A mass of black gas crept out of the various electrical appliances in the small rental room, coagulating into a shapeless black skull.

The skull cackled at the woman: "You seem filled with resentment toward this city...

"That’s right, Camilla, you should hate, all poor people should hate."

"Why should they sit at home, their wealth endlessly growing, while you risk your life struggling, living worse than a dog?"

"The predicament you’re in now, it’s all their fault. Don’t you want to reclaim all the humiliation you’ve suffered?"

Camilla trembled all over with excitement upon seeing this wisp of smoke.

If she had seen this thing two days ago, she might have fainted from fright.

But in the past two days, she had encountered too many shocking things through various channels.

A young man whose eyes could emit destructive rays, a wild uncle with bone claws growing from his hand, a bald cripple suddenly possessing mental control...

To her, encountering anomalies was not danger but opportunity.

Moreover, what this black skeleton said truly struck a chord with her.

She swallowed, opening and closing her fists:

"I want revenge, I want revenge on everyone, that dignity-selling bitch Kelly, the profit-driven agent, that lecherous trust-fund brat, and that miserly landlord!"

"No, just revenging them isn’t enough..."

"This whole city has a problem, everyone looks down on me, they, they all deserve to die!"

The skeleton’s grin widened with satisfaction, having asked several people, only Ramila’s state truly pleased him, he decided to choose Camilla as his host.

"To get revenge on everyone, you’ll need to pay a price."

"Whatever the price, I can accept!" Camilla declared decisively, "I have nothing left to lose now."

The skeleton laughed eerily, "That’s a wise choice, you will have a splendid future, esteemed lady."

It transformed into black smoke, seeping into Camilla’s body through various orifices.

Camilla was enveloped in immense pain, writhing in agony on the ground, her clothes gradually shredding to pieces.

The hair on certain parts of her body grew wildly, blending with the black smoke to form a set of black leather clothing.

Most of this leather suit was hollowed out, other than the invisible parts, everything else was semi-transparent.

It was more like special attire used for certain peculiar places, the kind that would excite fetishistic men.

Three wings made of hair sprouted from her back, growing irregularly.

Her lips and nails turned black, and beneath her touchable skin were black veins.

"I... I feel the power!"

Camilla laughed arrogantly, feeling nearly omnipotent now.

The ugly woman next door shattering glass with a sound wave was nothing; she could kill her with a wave of her hand!

The black skeleton’s voice whispered in her ear, "Since you have gained power, go and do what you want to do."

"Of course, I’ve been starving for it."

Ramila licked her lips, revealing a cruel smile, leisurely walked down the stairs, and knocked on the first-floor door.

"Is the landlord in?"

A voice from an old lady came from inside, "Oh, is it Ramila? I know you’ve been having some difficulties lately, you can pay your rent later if needed."

The old lady opened the door with a cane, smiling at Camilla; she was the landlord of the house.

"Camilla, what is with your outfit? Go change your clothes quickly."

According to the customs of the Dongyou Region, it was considered extremely improper for women to expose their bodies outside.

Though with social progression, women in the Dongyou Region can now reveal their faces and wear skirts or short sleeves when going out.

But undoubtedly, Camilla’s current attire was offensive to public morals, something that would have led to public humiliation in the old society.

Ramila angrily said to the old lady, "You’re always like this, always lecturing me!"

"To hell with it’s for my own good, I don’t need you for my good!"

"I do whatever I want; it should be an honor if I want to remodel your shabby house, but you always refuse, you old hag..."

Before Camilla finished, the old lady clutched her chest and fell to the ground.

Elderly and frail, being scolded by Camilla triggered her heart attack, causing her to fall to the ground, her limbs swelling and coughing incessantly.

The old lady tried to reach into her pocket for a bottle of medicine, but Camilla took it first and then taped the old lady’s mouth shut before leaving calmly.

That old thing could rot for all she cared; she’d never return to this dump again.

But before leaving for good, there were many others she wanted to take revenge on; in this slum, it was full of disgusting, pathetic paupers who didn’t deserve to live.

Unable to take medication in time, with her mouth sealed, unable to call for help, the old lady soon stopped breathing.

After her death, a wisp of black smoke penetrated her body.

Her veins turned black, her skin shimmered with a dark hue, a black distinct from the skin tone of black people, more like a corpse’s color.

Then the old lady stood up again, her eyes gleaming with an eerie light.